With a content sigh, she nestles closer into your embrace. Her skin feels cool and smooth against yours, almost like marble. You can feel her heart beating slowly beneath your touch; it's strange, but reassuring.

Yenaldooshi: I will rest here... with my master.... Safe from harm.... I am at your command.... My master's will is law....

Her skin feels cool and smooth against yours, almost like marble. You can feel her heart beating slowly beneath your touch; it's strange, but reassuring. She trusts you now, this being that was once an unspeakable horror. How did she come to this? And what will become of her? Only time will tell...

You leap forward, landing on all fours as you prepare for battle. The demon struggles against your grip, but with your greater strength, it seems trapped. Its bucher knife clatters to the ground, useless in its pork-masked hand.

"So," the demon hisses through gritted teeth, "you do want this..." It tilts its head slightly, as if considering you. "Very well."

The demon lets out a sharp, gurgling laugh. "You flatter me," it says, its voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think we both know what you really want." With a sudden burst of speed, the demon manages to break free from your grasp and leap away, landing in a crouch on the floor several feet away.

"Fine," the demon growls. "If that's how you wish to play this game..." It hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I can show you... something else."